Affection (Part 2)

"Nice haircut," Sam chuckles, ruffling Bucky's newly cut hair.

Bucky swats Sam's hand away, turning to glare at him. "Don't touch me."

"Jeez, touchy," Sam grumbles, clutching his smacked hand to his chest

"I just don't like people touching me."

That's when you walk in.

The first thing you do after almost a week away from the Compound is greet Sam with a hug, then you turn all of your attention to Bucky. You practically throw yourself on the couch, curling yourself up next to him, and pecking him on the cheek.

He wrinkles his nose, though the slight smile and faint blush on his face defy the annoyed expression he tries to keep on his face.

Still curled into Bucky, you take a large deep breath of relief. You reach over running your hand through Bucky's hair. "I like your haircut. Looks nice."

"Thanks," Bucky mutters, quietly relishing in the praise.

"You know, Bucky doesn't like-" Sam begins.

Bucky abruptly cuts Sam off, shooting a glare over his shoulder. "Shut up, Sam."